BandDad

My kids love making the cursor fill the screen.

As a teacher, just a letter or card saying how they impacted you is enough.

I work in a public school. The older teachers are the ones that don’t even look at the sender address. “Oh, this email that sort of looks like its from an employee says to blindly open this file that I would realize is clearly fake if I took more than two seconds to look at it? I’m on it!”

Our union negotiator didn’t understand different sheets in Excel files. Had a document he wanted to share out on sheet one. For some reason on sheet two he had every union employee’s name, birth date, social security number, address, etc. in plain text. Emailed to the entire school district. I caught it immediately and made them aware. The frantic emails to my friend the IT guy were hilarious. “I NEED YOU TO GO INTO EVERYONE’S EMAIL AND DELETE THE MESSAGE I JUST SENT.” Then when it was explained that you can’t just take it back, another frantic district email “DO NOT OPEN MY PREVIOUS EMAIL. JUST DELETE.” Again, not understanding that unless they empty their trash, its still recoverable for 30 days.

Privacy.com is literally the digital equivalent of what you were talking about. As for bank services, I don’t know that I have heard of any personally.

His daughter said he tried to talk the shooter down while protecting others. Chokes me up as a fellow Iowa teacher. I identify with that so much. Never met him, but I respect the hell out of him.

In a household of four with two full time incomes (both teachers, so take that with a grain of salt), we are at the point that the food budget is the only thing left to cut. We have canceled any subscriptions, cut all other spending, and often skip lunch/breakfast or eat Ramen noodles to save the bulk of our money for the kids and feed them better. I’m sick of beans and rice, BTW. Due to the nature of our jobs and the outside of school hours (which we are compensated for), side hustle is not an option. We would like to actually be present and part of our kids lives. I keep getting told “it gets better,” but the stress of making the bills and feeding the family is relentless, and that says a lot since we are way more fortunate than most. We need change.

I feel guilty doing that. My kids deserve better from me.

You get $300?! We get $150…